Right after Nathan replied, the system's voice echoed again.
[All Skills have been erased]
[Commander has been granted Authority of Mana]
[Genetics are now capable of storing mana like the ancients]
At that instant, an unfamiliar current of energy rushed through his body—without the childish labels of levels or exp. His strength had already accumulated to a point beyond the reach of crippled humanity, whose ancestors had been tainted by inbreeding.
The woman from the WhiteSnake Guild felt the strange aura. Her expression stiffened and she leapt back. "Boy, don't get ahead of yourse—"
Nathan vanished in a blur, faster than a camera flash. His right hand clamped onto her face, covering her mouth. His eyes blazed with fury.
These fools… fighting over me? Endangering my father, who only works to feed his family? What kind of joke is this?
He yanked her face closer, forcing her to meet his eyes.
